FIGHTING
ATTRACTION
REDEMPTION
#4
By Sarah Castille
Contemporary Erotic
Romance
Publisher: Sourcebooks
Casablanca
Published 04/04/17
BOOK DESCRIPTION:
My sweet, sexy Penny has a dark side. Just like me.I will have her. And then I will lose her, and suffer a lifetime of
regret.
Rampage. Everyone loves him. He is Redemption's top
heavyweight fighter and the biggest gossip in the gym. But he isn't the teddy
bear everyone thinks he is. He's hiding a dark secret-and he hates himself for
it.
Twice a week, Rampage transforms into Master Jack, a
notorious dom only the most hard-core submissives will play with. How can he-a
Southern gentleman, bred to respect and protect women-want to dominate them?
But Penny Worthington wants him. Beneath her pearls,
kitten heels, and prim British exterior beats a tortured heart...Master Jack is
the only one who can set her free.
PRAISE for Sarah
Castille's Redemption series:
"Powerful. Gritty. And sexy beyond belief. Sarah is a true
master!"-Opal Carew, New York Times bestselling author of His to
Claim
"Hilarious, hot and occasionally heartbreaking. I loved it! " -
Maryse's Book Blog on Against the Ropes
"Castille's follow-up to the excellent Against the Ropes doesn't
pull its punches." - Publishers Weekly, starred review for In Your
Corner
"Emotionally charged, amazingly sexy, and flat out fantastic." -Fresh
Fiction on Full Contact
PRE-ORDER LINKS:
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2oFG76f
EXCERPT:
Jack
“Rampage” Caldwell is the first MMA fighter I created for the Redemption
series, and even when I first brought this Southern gentleman to life, I knew
he had a secret. But Penny has a dark secret, too. After Jack discovers what
she hides from the world, he makes her promise to come to him if she needs him.
But trust doesn’t come easily for Penny. She breaks her promise, never
expecting that Jack will find out. But, of course, he does…and crossing a
sadist is never a good idea!
“I’ll call you back. Jack is here.”
Cora sucks in a sharp breath. “I’ll see you at class
tonight. I can hardly wait to hear all about it.”
I end the call and swallow past the lump in my throat.
It’s only been three days, and yet it feels like I haven’t seen Jack in
forever. He’s wearing a white T-shirt that clings to his taut, muscle-ridged
abdomen, and worn jeans that ride low on his narrow hips.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, trying to keep my
gaze above his belt.
He pins me with a direct stare, his eyes fierce and
hard. I feel like he’s trying to see into my soul, but my heart is pounding so
hard I’m not sure enough oxygen is getting to my brain to make any sense of
what’s going on.
“Jack?”
His gaze rakes over my body, lingering on my thighs as
if he can see beneath my skirt. He tenses, and his eyes narrow. If I didn’t
know X-ray vision was impossible, I would swear he knows I broke my promise.
“Are you alone?”
“Yes.” My pulse kicks up a notch. “Everyone’s out for
the rest of the afternoon.”
He takes a step toward me, and the hair on the back of
my neck stands on end.
“Lock the door.”
A thrill of fear shoots through me, and sweat beads on
my forehead. What if he knows? Or suspects? What will he do?
“Now.” His deep, commanding Dom voice ripples through me,
fanning the flames of my desire. Do I trust Jack enough to lock myself in the
office with him, especially when I know what is coming? Do I trust myself?
I brush past him and lock the front door.
“Your office,” he snaps after I return.
I jump at his sharp tone and scramble out of his way
as he brushes past me and through my office door, a lithe and powerful animal
herding its prey.
“What’s going on?”
“Stand in front of the desk.” He gestures to the big
oak desk Amanda and I refinished when we first moved into the building.
Puzzled, I do as he asks, my breath catching in my
throat when he closes and locks the door behind him.
“Jack?”
He gives me his back as he draws the curtains at the
side of my office. “Don’t move.”
A sting of disappointment hits me in the chest. Has he
come to reject me all over again? Does he want to make sure I understand there
is nothing between us? It shouldn’t bother me because I got the message the
other night. I’m nothing. Nothing special. Nothing extraordinary. Not worth his
time, especially since he’s on the cusp of fame. I’m just his pal. Plain old
quirky Pen. But he doesn’t have to be so cold.
Worthless,
no-good piece of shit.
No.
No. No. My fingers tighten on the lip of the desk. I haven’t
even started to heal from last night. I don’t need the past intruding on the
present.
Jack leans against the door across from me, thick arms
folded over his massive chest.
“Lift your skirt.”
Shock steals my breath away, and all I can do is
stare.
“What?”
“You heard me. Lift your skirt. Now.”
Bang.
Bang. Bang. My heart thuds frantically against my ribs. Adrenaline
pounds through my veins, and I feel a rush of heat between my legs. He knows. I
can see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice…
“Why?” I whisper, stalling. And why is this turning me
on?
“You know why,” he snaps. “You didn’t keep your
promise.”
I smooth my hands over my cream skirt, silky
underneath with a cotton macramé overlay, pressing it tight against my thighs.
“It doesn’t matter if I kept it or not. We’re not in the club. There’s nothing
between us. You made that clear the other night.”
“I fucked up the other night.” He shifts his stance.
“I’m not good for you, Pen. You need to be with someone normal. A nice guy
who’s going to treat you right and doesn’t want to hurt you.”
My hand fists on my thigh. “I don’t like nice guys.
They don’t understand me. They’re too gentle. My life is about pain. Emotional
and physical pain. It’s what I know, what I understand, what I need.”
“So you hurt yourself?”
“I didn’t—”
He cuts me off with a scowl. “Don’t lie to me.” He
pauses, and his voice takes on a deeper, cutting edge. “Show me.”
My mouth goes dry at his abrupt command, and I fiddle
with the edge of my skirt, at once indignant that he would try to boss me
around and aroused that he did.
“What if I did?” I say defiantly. “There’s nothing you
can do about it.”
His corded throat tightens when he swallows, and he
fixes me with a level stare. “I’ll give you what you need.”
All the air leaves my lungs in a rush, and I feel a
disconcerting wetness between my thighs. “You wouldn’t dare. I’m at work.”
“Try me.”
Electricity sparks in the air between us, and a
curious mix of fear and arousal courses through my veins. Stiffening my spine,
I curl my fingers under the edge of my skirt and draw it slowly, painfully
slowly up my thighs. Jack stills. His eyes flick down and then back up again.
He licks his lips, and his eyes darken.
I have awakened the beast.
**************
Talking with Sarah Castille!
What
authors have caught your interest lately and why?
I’ve been reading a lot of biker romance after
wrapping up my Sinner’s Tribe MC series: Nicole James, Kristen Ashley, Katie
Ashley, Laura Kaye and Madeline Sheehan.
What is your favorite scene in your new release?
My favorite scene is when Jack suspects that
Penny has broken a promise to him and he arrives at her office determined to
find out.
“What are you doing here?” I
ask, trying to keep my gaze above his belt.
He pins me with a direct
stare, his eyes fierce and hard. I feel like he’s trying to see into my soul,
but my heart is pounding so hard I’m not sure enough oxygen is getting to my
brain to make any sense of what’s going on.
“Jack?”
His gaze rakes over my body,
lingering on my thighs as if he can see beneath my skirt. He tenses, and his
eyes narrow. If I didn’t know X-ray vision was impossible, I would swear he
knows I broke my promise.
“Are you alone?”
“Yes.” My pulse kicks up a
notch. “Everyone’s out for the rest of the afternoon.”
He takes a step toward me,
and the hair on the back of my neck stands on end.
“Lock the door.”
A thrill of fear shoots
through me, and sweat beads on my forehead. What if he knows? Or suspects? What
will he do?
“Now.” His deep, commanding
Dom voice ripples through me, fanning the flames of my desire. Do I trust Jack
enough to lock myself in the office with him, especially when I know what is
coming? Do I trust myself?
I brush past him and lock
the front door.
“Your office,” he snaps
after I return.
I jump at his sharp tone and
scramble out of his way as he brushes past me and through my office door, a
lithe and powerful animal herding its prey.
“What’s going on?”
“Stand in front of the
desk.” He gestures to the big oak desk Amanda and I refinished when we first
moved into the building.
Puzzled, I do as he asks, my
breath catching in my throat when he closes and locks the door behind him.
“Jack?”
He gives me his back as he
draws the curtains at the side of my office. “Don’t move.”
A sting of disappointment
hits me in the chest. Has he come to reject me all over again? Does he want to
make sure I understand there is nothing between us? It shouldn’t bother me
because I got the message the other night. I’m nothing. Nothing special.
Nothing extraordinary. Not worth his time, especially since he’s on the cusp of
fame. I’m just his pal. Plain old quirky Pen. But he doesn’t have to be so
cold.
Jack leans against the door
across from me, thick arms folded over his massive chest.
“Lift your skirt.”
Shock steals my breath away,
and all I can do is stare.
“What?”
“You heard me. Lift your
skirt. Now.”
What are you working on now and when can we expect it to be available?
I’m working on Rocco, the third book in my Ruin
& Revenge mafia romance series. It is a second chance romance about a
ruthless mafia enforcer and the singer he once loved and lost.
What do you like to do when you are not writing?
Reading, making up stories for my kids, hiking,
traveling, more reading, hanging out with friends and family, and oh, did I
mention reading?
What is one interesting fact about you that readers don’t know?
I was once attacked by a Great Horned Owl when
I was out running at dusk (it thought my ponytail was a mouse!).
Top 3 things on your bucket list?
Visit
the Maldives
Go
skydiving
Get
a tattoo
**************
Redemption
Series:
Against the Ropes
In Your Corner
Full Contact
Fighting Attraction
Fighting
Attraction is the fourth book in a full-length, standalone, award-winning
series by New York Times bestselling
author, Sarah Castille, featuring deliciously sexy MMA fighters and the women
who can’t help but love them.
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Oh man! Thanks for that yummy excerpt. I put Fighting Attraction at the top of my TBR pile. Can't wait to read more about Penny and Master Jack.
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